I think of shit, and while I am at it,
I think of shit some more.
My life has been stagnant a lot,
I need to see a cheap whore.
Haven't been laid for a while,
My dick shriveled to a singular point.
What's fair on earth isn't so clear,
Age has given me pain at every joint.
My gears are loose and I'm confused,
Shit hardly ever add up.
At least my brain still works,
I have a phone and WhatsApp.
I don't need much I guess,
Just the peace inside my mind.
As long as I can live with myself,
I can tolerate the superfluous kind.
They are the majority, they are everywhere,
Inside soggy socks and smelly underwear.
Sometimes I fart just to piss them off,
The prudes, I hate the makeup they wear.
Assholes mainly, hollow empty shells,
Triumphant in their empty ways.
But I can't be on an island so I tolerate,
And answer in yays and nays.
